Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Shadows of Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
X-102,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Q65,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.